Texty: Bad Co. Project. Sucker Stories. Modern Spectres.

Living in the dawning of a century that has long been praised
Scary news on the telly everyday
it looks more like hell?s been raised
Plague and poverty, a dead economy
and the menace of a sick minority
Novel holocaust on a microchip
and there?s more of that to hit you like a pistol grip

Tomorrow?s now but where do we go
where does it end I wanna know...

[Chorus:]
Hour zero?s come, who?s gonna protect us?
Everywhere you go you find the new spectres
In the city streets and out in all sectors
Face them now - here?s our MODERN SPECTRES

I don?t trust a penny in the world today, this tunnel without light
It?s going down the drain, that?s how it appears to me
the country?s low has no end in sight
Jobs are hard to get, unions seeing red
while the taxes rise that some are getting fed
Don?t you feel the rage and a strong desire
to put them up against a wall,
load, lock and fire...

Tomorrow?s now but what have we got
(... nobody?s safe here anymore)
in this land of flowing tears and blood
(... where all hopes are running dry)